Fake Love Poem by Anya Nikolaevna

He was like a shadow
that lurked in the darkness.
All he did was follow,
waiting to tame me with his harness.

I'd forget about his existence,
but he kept me on standby
regardless of the silence
I was being occupied by.

Love should be kind,
honesty is the best policy,
but with his primitive mind,
it was not that easy.

Nowhere to run.
I can still hear my cries.
He was just having some fun.
Don't forget, he has red eyes.

I am feeling uneasy
by his constant thirst for malevolence
lingering in this sleazy
mind of his.

But I stay composed,
and pray the fakes get exposed.